No matter how sustainable this practice might be, I have no taste for it. I don't begrudge those who follow tradition, but I can't enjoy the thought of killing a tree (and a cloned one at that) and then throwing it into the trash just for the sake of a few weeks' window-dressing (literally). Or recycling it into sand dune anchors (which don't really work anyway).
So each year, we decorate one of our potted Norfolk Island pines.
|Please forgive her those PJ bottoms and socks!!|
We also reject commercialized decorations for the most part. We call the tree our "memory tree". Each ornament marks a specific event, occasion, or gift. When I started this tradition almost twenty years ago, I had a barren tree, indeed, with only one or two ornaments hanging on it. But that was meaningful in itself, because it reminded me that I was just starting out in my adult life. What good is an end-of-year holiday if it doesn't serve to remind you of where you've been, and where you ought to be going in the New Year? And how can it do that if your principal holiday symbol is festooned with cheap shit from China?
|One of the very first: |
a cat ornament from Aunt Bonnie and Uncle Chuck,
a gift in 1994, folk art from Mississippi.
|Pew marker from cousin Carolyn's wedding in 2000, where Cayley tossed rose petals as the show-stopping|
21-month-old flower girl.
|Swarovski snowflake from 1998, a sobering memento of our Enron days, when hundred-dollar trinkets were passed around as freely as Hershey's holiday kisses.|